Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Caldwell meets Mason...


To be honest the initial meeting between my two boys left little to be desired.  Caldwell is well acquainted with the gloves the doctor's wear and my old OB used to give him a pair of gloves when I went in for a visit.  So Caldwell was more interested in getting a pair of gloves than his new brother. He did give him some kisses and was sweet for a moment and then moved on. Papa and Grandma Hanks showed up and then all was lost.  Caldwell loves Papa!


I was really nervous about bringing the new baby home.  Caldwell has been in a really hard stage and he wants to be entertained every minute.  He also wants to be outside all the time.  Luckily things have gone better than I expected.  My favorite thing is Caldwell loves changing Mason's diaper. Every few minutes he will tell me the baby pooped and that we need to change his booty.  We like to call it "booty duty" at our house.  Chris is never on "booty duty" but I tell him he is a lot.  Caldwell yells "GROSS" every time we take Mason's diapers off and likes to unfold the new diaper.  It cracks me up. Caldwell has had some melt downs when he's needed me and I'm nursing, but for the most part we've done okay.  Luckily I bought a bunch of dollar store items and some new toys prior.  I try to give Caldwell some attention and a new boy prior to nursing and he seems to do fine.  However, we are starting to run out of toys so who knows what the next few weeks bring.  Also we have Netflix which has helped, even though I hate to admit how much TV he's been watching.  I have to keep telling myself that this is just the season of life I'm in and TV has to be okay for now.

Monday, July 4, 2016

A Baby Story...

Mason Meadow Bates arrived Thursday, June 23rd.  First off, this pregnancy might be the hardest thing I've ever done.  I stopped working on June 1st in part because of high blood pressure, but also in part of just flat out being sick.  My doctor didn't put me on complete bed rest, like I was with Caldwell.  She just required me to rest throughout the day and take naps.  Which was basically a gift from heaven in the last few weeks of this pregnancy.  I don't think I could have lasted working full-time much longer.  In fact I felt like I wasn't fully pulling my weight at work with how sick I was.  I was relieved when my doctor put me out of work.  My mother in law was extremely helpful with Caldwell, coming each day to take him to the park, the zoo, etc.  Then he'd lay by me in the afternoons and we'd watch Curious George or Magic School Bus.  Lots of one on one time and snuggles before little brother came.


On Tuesday June 21st I went to the doctor. She had offered to induce me the week before because I was a 3 and 50% effaced, but my nephew Jade was getting off his mission and I didn't want to miss out on his homecoming.  I also knew family (mostly my mom) would need to be there for his arrival home and not in Bountiful at the hospital, so I put off the induction.  That Tuesday I went in and I was a 4 and 70% effaced.  The doctor stripped my membranes and we scheduled the induction for Thursday in case I made it that far.

First off I never got my membranes stripped with Caldwell and I doubt I'd ever do it again.  I think it just gave me too much false hope and a lot of pain.  Not necessarily the act of getting striped,  but after I had a lot of contractions, bleeding and pain.  Tuesday night I was pretty sure my water broke. When it broke with Caldwell contractions came quickly and there was no question I was in labor, so I waited.  Nothing happened, I just kept leaking so I went to bed.  The next morning Chris stayed home from work because I asked him to and I was pretty sure I was still leaking, but no consistent contractions.  We went for a walk to the park with Caldwell to see if anything happened, it didn't.  At noon Chris told me we might want to go and see if my water had broken.  At this point I had a lot going on down there so I told him we might as well.  We went to the hospital and they told us it wasn't broken and we could go home.  As much as I hated being a false alarmist, I'm really glad we went and just made sure everything was okay.  Getting striped really caused a lot to happen that wasn't labor.

Thursday morning my induction was scheduled.  We got to the hospital at 7:30 a.m. and checked in. Jan had come over to stay with Caldwell and boy was it hard to leave a sleeping two year old to go to the hospital to have another baby.  I don't know why, but I just wanted to hug and kiss him a million times before we left the house.  After we checked in at the hospital, our room wasn't clean, so we had to wait about a half hour for them to clean it.  It had been dirty from us the previous day, same room and everything. Once we got in the room things went really quickly.  Our nurse was good and got us hooked up to everything and the pitocin going.  I was having some pretty consistent contractions, although not painful so once the doctor broke my water things started to speed up fast.  At about 10:00 am the contractions started to hurt.  The hospital I was in was pretty small and they told me when I wanted an epidural to tell them because they had to call the anesthesiologist from home.  It hit me kind of fast, but the nurse got the doctor their quickly.  Getting the epidural with Caldwell was sort of awful but this time I was pleasantly surprised.  I didn't get sick or anything, just sort of sleepy. Once it was in and everyone left I started to get really light headed.  Chris noticed the babies heart rate dropping and I felt like I was going to throw up.  I told Chris I was fine, but he could tell I was about to pass out.  He ran and got the nurse and they said my blood pressure had dropped, which had made the babies heart rate drop really low.  It was the only scary and real painful part of the entire thing.  They gave me some medicine and about noon my doctor came in to check on me on her lunch break.  The nurse hadn't checked me in a really long time.  So when the doctor checked me she was like holy cow, you're a 10!  Let's go ahead and push.  It caught me off guard how quickly everything went.  I started to cry and she offered to let me wait and let it sink in for a minute.  I told her no that I was fine.  I don't know if I was crying out of relief to not be pregnant anymore or the drugs but I knew what was coming this time and was a bit weepy towards the end.  I pushed for about 20 minutes and at 1:11pm Mason Meadow Bates was born at 7 pounds 11 ounces.  As I was pushing the doctor said, do you want to know if he has hair?  Of course I said yes and she said, "he has a ton of dark hair!"  He looks almost identical to Caldwell when he was born, but maybe with slightly darker hair. The the entire birth process and delivery was much easier than last time, and I remember enjoying it last time, so that is saying something.  Chris was more hands off this time.  With Caldwell he was right in there, holding my leg but he chose not to watch too closely this time.  Which I can respect and I think he enjoyed the whole process much more this time too.



After Mason was born we were left alone in the delivery room for a couple of hours to snuggle our guy.  We had lunch delivered and Chris got to snuggle Mason while I shut my eyes for a few minutes. Even though labor is enjoyable, it was hard and I felt so tired after.  We took photo's and sent a few pictures to family.  It wasn't long before we were moved to a different room and we had called Jan to bring Caldwell to come meet his brother.....